Jock the beggar
Can you tell me?
With your golden fly machine
Why your children call you never
Why your pretty birds don’t sing.
Jock the beggar
Can you tell me?
Why your dog’s without a bone
He was loyal and he loved you
Now his heart has turned to stone.
In your castles made of silence
Built by frozen empty hands
Though they’re rich and green and plenty,
They’re a picture painted sad.
Why todays are like tomorrows
And tomorrows never came.
In your castle made of silence
In your life of things undone.
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